The End all of the time. It’s a layer of ephemeral skin between layers of aging epidermis Somehow we confused our own death The death of those we love To mean the death of the world. Its not true And its all true Staging a belief that its better afterwards That’s the bargain with the Devil A bad one And He knows it Leaving the manifest vulnerable as meaningless commodity He laughs all the way to the bank No one immune Gordon called it straight, Greed feels good And the horror passing for mockery Slid beneath the table and settled into our bones Feet first. Here’s the deal about end times They are a daily practice Letting go Breath deep Gratitude for now Letting go When enough tomorrows have failed Enough loves gone beyond your reach The only proof left is now So go gentle One on another Feet bare on grass toughen over rocks Honor your first ancestor Bless your last descendant We cannot know the bargain made at First Night Struck into gold, matter Upon First Dawn. … February 2014
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 19:21:37 +0000
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